After the song was over, Mu Ran didn't hold back, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You"
"What's the matter, young master?" Mu Ze smiled gently.
Under the sun, his fair face became more translucent.
In the slightly bent eyes, there is a gaze that makes people unable to see the deep meaning clearly.
No, not right.
Mu Ran clenched his fist, his nails slightly pricked his palm, and his lost sanity was recovered at this time.
The person in front of him is Mu Ze.
Yes, a brand new lover without any memory.
Not lovers born with memories.
Even though he thought so, Mu Ran still had some anticipation in his heart. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Did you write this song?"
"Of course" Mu Ze touched his thin lips, "No."
Mu Ran's hands trembled and he let go.
The corners of her lips were pressed, feeling a little disappointed.
"Now, are you still willing to let me be your vocal teacher?" Mu Ze looked at the sad boy in front of him, and his heart tightened silently.
He hurriedly said, interrupting the atmosphere around Mu Ran.
Mu Ran withdrew his emotions and returned to his previous state.
His attitude was not as sharp as when he first met Mu Ze, but softened a lot.
"Barely enough." Mu Ran glanced at him and said absent-mindedly.